A child's heart is a fragile thing what with the most simple of praises bolstering their confidence and, the smallest of neglections shattering them completely. For one, Fuka Kazamatsuri that was beyond what became of her heart for it was already cracked and, when it broke there was not a single person to pick up the pieces.
At the tender age of six, she watched her mother inexplicably get buried into the ground, she was dead not that the little girl would realize what death meant. She cried for her father to save her mother from having the dirt blanket her, and he only just held back tears of misery for his daughter's sake. Afterward, the relationship between the parent and daughter shifted as well though and, Fuka at least saw it as for the worst.
She watched as her father became lost in his work, entrusting playtime that was supposed to be with him, to one assistant or another. Pouring out money to keeping her well fed, dressed and washed, but never speaking with her directly. She made him angry, she hurt him, those were the only explanations her young mind could fathom for why her father suddenly would do this to her.
Fuka also supposed it was her mother's fault at times for being buried, however, she held those thoughts a bay shaking them from her mind. As she aged though coming close to the age of seven, months after her father had more or less abandoned her, she had come to a dire conclusion. "M..mommy's gone...Da..daddy's mad..at me...am I the cause?"
The single idea made her spine shiver with misguided guilt, she hadn't spoken to a single soul in weeks because of that conclusion. Of course, here she was now wearing a mask of friendliness to her joy-filled classmates only for her to internally shed tears of misery once she was home, locked away in the darkness of her room.
Another week passes, it was her birthday and her as she figured she would be spending it alone. At this point she had no-one watching her as she forced the assistants to teach her to care for herself to a degree, not that it was in any form healthy. Her brown hair was disheveled and wild looking, the energetic shine lost in her dulled, lifeless brown eyes with her skin tone paler from skipping school to avoid her happy-go-lucky classmates.
"Should I "go away" to? " it was a cold thought that she didn't recoil at or shy away from. At this point the concept of dying was well implanted into her mind, she had read about it, accepted that it was what took her mother but, somehow she still couldn't say she was dead. Something in her screamed that it was a bad idea, but that something was small, shriveled and weak compared to the loneliness that had taken the reigns of her heart astray.
As she sat there shuddering, her body aching for a decision to be made, she could feel her arms weakly start moving. She had pulled herself to her feet, dragging herself over to the window planting her burning forehead against the chilling glass.
"Crash," a loud breaking noise filled her ears then, the rush of wind gliding past her ears as she fell from the two-story building was the last things she heard besides a few screams of horror. "Mommy I'm coming," her last thoughts as a single hard slam and, a quick jolt of pain shot through her as her young life came to an end.
Chapter zero end
Author's note - This chapter was kind of the set-up for how Fuka will carry herself for a time in the story, up until a certain point which was why it was short, next chapter will be longer.